The Afterlife series Box Set (Books 1-3) (21 page)

“You seem to be in a great mood,” Mick said when the food had arrived on the plates and he sat down at our table to eat with us.

I smiled and ate. “Well, I’ve had an awesome day. I got to ride a Pegasus and it was a lot of fun.”

“No accidents?” Mick asked.

I looked at Abhik who had tried and tried but unfortunately never managed to get on its back.

“Not that I know of,” I said.

Abhik kept quiet, maybe because he was angry that he hadn’t succeeded, maybe he was just tired.

Later as we were almost done eating, the chattering in the hall was interrupted when Adahy entered with a great roar.

Everything went quiet. All eyes were at him. Adahy was known as the calmest most patient spirit on the school, so seeing him agitated like this was jaw-dropping for everybody.

“Who did it?” he roared. “I want to know who did that to my animal immediately!”

Salathiel and Rahmiel got up from their seats and hurried toward him.

“Calm down, Adahy,” said Rahmiel.

“Just tell us what happened,” Salathiel said.

Adahy caught his breath before he raged on.

“My lord. Somebody … someone …”

“Do try to calm down,” Salathiel said.

Rahmiel put her hand on his shoulder and he seemed to relax a little bit right away. Now he seemed more sad than angry.

“I don’t know if it is meant as some cruel prank or something else, but someone disfigured my beautiful animal. My most precious Pegasus.”

The hall immediately began to buzz. People were looking at each other asking each other what might have happened.

“Everyone be quiet, please,” Salathiel said and the buzz died out. “We need to find out what happened.”

He turned and looked at Adahy. “Tell me exactly what happened to your animal.”

Adahy looked at Salathiel with big watery eyes. “Maybe it would be better if you saw it with your own eyes, my lord,” Adahy said with a heavy heart.

Everybody who had been in the hall got up from their seats and followed Adahy to the stables. Outside it was a starry night and the moon shone in the grass. Adahy stopped in front of the stables and looked at us all. Everyone was quiet. An owl stared at the scene from a branch in a tree close by. I spotted an eagle circling over the forest behind the stables.

“Wait here,” Adahy said and went inside the white building. When he came back Yofi was with him. I felt my heart racing.

As Adahy led Yofi out of the stables, he slowly turned Yofi so we could see his left side. Those who were in the back of the crowd floated up in the air to be able to watch better. A silence fell over the crowd and a chill seemed to spread among us.

“Oh my … ,” Abhik said.

“I can’t believe anyone would do that,” Acacia said.

Neither could I. I was shocked to see what had been done to that beautiful creature. Yofi had been stigmatized. Someone had burned a message into his white coat. And the message was meant for me.

Watch your back Meghan, it said.

Everybody turned and looked at me. Salathiel then looked at Rahmiel and they seemed to be engaged in some kind of conversation in their minds so no one could hear them. Then Rahmiel nodded and approached me. People around me drew away, making a path for her.

“We need to get you away from here,” she said and grabbed my hand. She dragged me back toward the castle and up to my bed in the tower.

“You will be safe inside your dormitory, but you can no longer go outside after the sun has set,” she said.

My heart stopped. “But … I need to go to see Jason!”

Rahmiel sighed and sat next to me, filling the whole bed with her body.

 “You must listen to me.”

“I am listening, but I can’t—”

“Listen,” she said, grabbing my chin gently and turning my head toward her face.

I looked her directly in the eyes. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. Maybe it was the bright light that came from her. When my eyes met hers I immediately felt calm inside. So incredibly peaceful.

“I don’t know who might be behind this,” she said and I sensed a great seriousness in her voice. “But I am afraid for your safety. Until we have located who has done it, you have to be very careful. I hope that it is only a stupid prank, but we don’t know that for sure yet.”

“But who would do such a terrible thing?”

“I don’t know. You have become some sort of celebrity on the school ever since you fought Portia here in the dormitory. Maybe someone is jealous. I don’t know. But we have to take this very seriously. I will not let anyone harm you.”

Rahmiel got up from the bed and looked down at me. “Try to get some sleep. We will investigate the matter and then I am sure we will find whoever did this.”

I sighed deeply as she floated toward the door.

 “But what about Jason?” I said.

She turned around. “He will have to take care of himself for a little while, until everything settles down around here. He will be fine.”

“But what if whoever did it is in the school?”

“We will find them. Don’t you worry about that.” Then she turned around and oozed through the door.

Needless to say, I didn’t get any sleep at all that night. I tossed and turned for hours until I finally gave up. I kept picturing Jason in all kinds of trouble and my heart missed him terribly. Even though he never saw or spoke to me, I enjoyed being with him the few hours I got to see him every day. Without him, I felt like my heart was broken in half.

I decided to go to the kitchen and find something to drink. I had a craving for a glass of milk. I remembered that used to help me sleep when I was a child. My dad would bring it to me if I had a nightmare and was afraid to go back to sleep. As I floated down the corridors of the castle I pictured my dad’s face again. I had done that a lot lately, since I was so thrilled that I finally remembered what he looked like.

I passed the walking armor that saluted me. I had finally learned he was some sort of inspector who walked the corridors, keeping an eye on the castle. The story was that he used to be a knight killed in a big battle. But when he graduated from The Academy and entered Heaven he didn’t want to look any different. He wanted to keep his armor on.

I floated into the kitchen and found the refrigerator. I opened it and took out the milk. I found a glass and poured some. It reminded me of my childhood when I drank it. Nice and cold and still great for calming me down.

That was when I heard a sound. I turned to look behind me but nothing was there. I put the milk back in the fridge and drank the rest of what I had in my glass. I wondered if Jason was out in the streets today. Was he begging or getting high? Rahmiel was right. He was capable of taking care of himself for a little while. I put the glass on the table and decided to go back to the dormitory. I felt a little sleepy now. But that didn’t last long.

As I streamed through the kitchen door I heard something again, like someone screaming. It wasn’t a normal scream, unlike how people scream when they see a mouse or a spider or if someone scares them. No, this was an intense scream coming from deep within a person in real pain. It scared the crap out of me but it also made me think that someone needed help.

I tried to locate where the screaming came from and flew fast down the corridor leading me past Hornam Hall. Then I turned and flew down another one. I passed the big library and my history classroom. The screaming became louder and seemed to be coming from an entrance to one of the towers. I flew inside of it and came into a dormitory much like my own. I knew this was where the third-year students slept.

As I slowly came closer to the sound, I felt someone behind me. I turned and saw Mrs. Higgins flying right by me with a frightened look on her face. Raphael followed her with a serious look on his face. They didn’t seem to pay any attention to me as they passed me.

“It is right in here,” Mrs. Higgins said with a slightly trembling voice.

I followed them silently while I heard more upset voices coming from one of the chambers. The screaming continued unabated. It sounded like a woman in extreme pain. I followed Raphael until he entered the chamber but stayed outside the door while I heard them talk on the other side.

Mrs. Higgins spoke with an agitated voice. “Her roommates told me she just woke up like this,” she said. “It started when she was sleeping.”

“Hmm, how long has she been screaming like this?” asked Raphael.

“For almost fifteen minutes now,” said a female voice that I didn’t recognize. I guessed it had to be one of her roommates. “She was tossing and whining and crying and waking everybody up. Then all of a sudden she sat up and just started screaming. We tried to wake her up, but she just kept screaming. It is like she is stuck in a dream and can’t get out.”

“And the screaming. Has it been the same all fifteen minutes or has it changed?” asked Raphael with his deep voice.

“It is the same all the time. It is unbearable,” the roommate cried. “The screaming seems to go right through my body. It feels like it is drawing all happiness out of me. It feels horrible. Please make it stop.”

“We have to take her away from here,” I heard Raphael say. “I have sent for people from the infirmary to come and take her to the hospital tower. No one will be able to hear her screaming from there.”

As I was about to leave, someone crept up behind me. The sound of a voice close to my ear made me jump.

“Eavesdropping, are we?”

I turned and looked into the face of Mrs. Ohayashi, my teacher in The Art of Transition. A small Japanese woman in a red kimono, she had narrow, almost black eyes that seemed cold and empty. I had a hard time looking in her eyes because she always made me feel like they would suck me right into her.

“No, no. I was just … leaving,” I said.

I tried to fly past her, but with a quick movement she grabbed my arm and held it tight with her long-nailed fingers. How she did that I didn’t know. Our bodies are made of a fluid-like material and it’s really hard to hold on to each other. Somehow she managed to do it so hard I couldn’t move.

 “Some eventful night, huh?” she asked while putting her small face close to mine.

“Well, yeah, I guess.”

I tried to pull my arm free but I still couldn’t.

“First the horse and now this? What do you make of that?” she said.

“A Pegasus. Yofi is a Pegasus. And I don’t really know.”

“Evil powers. That is what it is,” she said, staring closely at me. She was smaller than me and had to look up.

“Demons,” she hissed.

“Demons? In the castle? How is that possible? I thought the Angels kept them out of here.”

Mrs. Ohayashi burst into creepy laughter. “No one can keep the evil out. If they want in all they need is a weak heart, a troubled soul, or a mind that lacks faith,” she said and pointed at my heart with one of her long purple fingernails.

“What you have right there is their entrance,” she said.

I looked down at where she had been pointing. When I lifted my head again she was gone. Only the sound of a wind blowing was left.

C
HAPTER 6

T
HE NEXT COUPLE OF
weeks were quite calm and uneventful. I missed Jason like crazy but tried not to think too much about him and it kind of worked. The more I was away from him the less I worried about him.

The whole school soon heard about the screaming woman and talked about it. Some thought she had just gone crazy while others supported Mrs. Ohayashi’s theory that it was a demonic attack. I tried as hard as I could to avoid all rumors, as well as Mrs. Ohayashi. In her classroom I would sit in the back, hiding behind the textbook.

Yofi had healed from the burns, with help from Adahy’s herbs and chanting, but no one was allowed to come near him yet, let alone ride him. So I got assigned to another Pegasus. Abhik finally got the hang of it and we had a lot of fun riding together.

Mick was really happy about this new arrangement. Because I wasn’t allowed to leave the school premises, I spent a lot of my free time with him instead of going to visit Jason.

We went to the old school theater and saw a show that was—I have to admit—quite funny. We had picnics on the weekends in the butterfly garden. Most days we would just hang out and talk. Mick loved that.

One day when we went for a walk, or a float, in the garden I lay in the grass and stared at the blue sky above us with its many rainbows. Mick lay down next to me. He was smiling.

“This is really nice,” he said.

Butterflies in all colors circled over our heads, even green and pink ones. They made the sky look like a living painting.

“I know. I love this place,” I said and pointed into the air. ”Look there is a turquoise butterfly.”

But Mick wasn’t looking at the butterflies any longer. He had turned his head and was staring at me.